Diamond people

Something is wrong the moment the air around you begins to shimmer. Lights bend where they shouldn’t, reflections stretching and breaking as if reality itself is cracking. Before you can react, cool hands close around yours—firm, careful, almost gentle. The world blurs into color and brilliance. Your body feels lighter, warmer, strangely calm. Fear tries to rise, but it never fully reaches you. --------------- When your vision clears, you are no longer where you were. Someone is standing close enough for you to see your own reflection in their skin. When they stepped out of the shadows, their skin caught every glow of the city and shattered it into a thousand colors. You should have run. You wanted to. But their voices were calm, almost kind. “You are not being taken,” one of them said softly. “You are being found.”